Sixo, Ceschi - Christmas Past lyrics
[Sixo, Ceschi - Christmas Past lyrics]
Grind my bones up
Snort ’em through your pretty, pink nostrils
’till your stomach expands from
Cuts to your guts i wrote a lullaby from the
Depths of your insides
To sing you sweetly to sleep
As you cried at night
I’ll be your ghost of Christmas past
On a pillow of feathers all soaked as rags
In a thunderstorm over skid row
We’ve danced in dreams
But in reality, I don’t dance or dream
In reality, all my laughs are screams
Emotionless
And half the man I’d ever hope to be
So, promise me you’ll pawn my guitar
On a Fair Haven Street
And buy yourself a diamond ring
With the hundred bucks you receive
Near the crack spot near the bail-bondsmen
There’s a gas station, Hess
I swear to fucking God I tried my best
But my best will never be good enough
For a perfect goddess' mess
But as long as I’m alive I
Will be drenched in my regrets
Tonight I’ll sleep in sweat in another bed
Without the warmth of your flesh
Molding pillows into your shape in
Hopes of catching rest
Let’s make it through the winter
Without peeling off each other’s skin
Let’s grow our hair and learn to live again
‘Cause spring is right around the bend
It’ll melt away the bitterness
It’ll grow new trees and pollinate the land
The king and prince are both dead
Drift away quick as snowmen
With frosty powder still in noses
Nobody left to hold them
Through the blizzard that left them frozen
I’m hoping that I meet a better end
They’ll be our ghost of Christmas past
They'll be our ghosts
Snort ’em through your pretty, pink nostrils
’till your stomach expands from
Cuts to your guts i wrote a lullaby from the
Depths of your insides
To sing you sweetly to sleep
As you cried at night
I’ll be your ghost of Christmas past
On a pillow of feathers all soaked as rags
In a thunderstorm over skid row
We’ve danced in dreams
But in reality, I don’t dance or dream
In reality, all my laughs are screams
Emotionless
And half the man I’d ever hope to be
So, promise me you’ll pawn my guitar
On a Fair Haven Street
And buy yourself a diamond ring
With the hundred bucks you receive
Near the crack spot near the bail-bondsmen
There’s a gas station, Hess
I swear to fucking God I tried my best
But my best will never be good enough
For a perfect goddess' mess
But as long as I’m alive I
Will be drenched in my regrets
Tonight I’ll sleep in sweat in another bed
Without the warmth of your flesh
Molding pillows into your shape in
Hopes of catching rest
Let’s make it through the winter
Without peeling off each other’s skin
Let’s grow our hair and learn to live again
‘Cause spring is right around the bend
It’ll melt away the bitterness
It’ll grow new trees and pollinate the land
The king and prince are both dead
Drift away quick as snowmen
With frosty powder still in noses
Nobody left to hold them
Through the blizzard that left them frozen
I’m hoping that I meet a better end
They’ll be our ghost of Christmas past
They'll be our ghosts